Wyatt Barnes narrowed his eyes.
His intended goal for competing for first place in the family's martial arts competition was the generous rewards.
Now, Clan Chief Atticus Lee was asking him to concede, even promising to compensate him with the same rewards afterwards...
Logically speaking,
Given the extent of Atticus Lee's statements, he should give some face to Atticus Lee no matter what.
However,
The young man in white robes who now stood proudly above him on the martial arts stage, looking down and belittling him, truly irritated him.
He could imagine, if he were to concede now, how smug the other party would be.
On the high platform,
Atticus Lee furrowed his brows, seeing Wyatt Barnes not budging, he took a deep breath as if having made a difficult decision.
"Wyatt Barnes, in addition to compensating you with the rewards of coming first, I promise you that I will unconditionally agree to one thing within my abilities and reasonable in the future, how about that?"